The old lady slowly got out of bed, nodded Xiao Wenjun's forehead and said, "You girl, you have a lot of what I looked like back then!" ”

In fact, since the last accident, Xiao Wenjun saved herself, she felt that her body was getting worse, she had run out of oil, and it was not easy to hold on to her seventieth birthday.

Looking at the stubborn girl in front of her, the old lady thought back to her younger self. At that time, despite the opposition of his family, he resolutely married Lanling, when the frontier was turbulent, and the Xiao family's heirs were thin and were in turmoil.

People all over the world thought that the Xiao family would die at the border!

It was she who followed her husband to fight on the battlefield, won more battles with less again and again, repeatedly made miraculous feats, rescued the people from the war, the border was stable, and the court was stable!

This gave the Xiao family a glimmer of life and eased up. But with the death of the eldest son, the Xiao family gradually began to decline.

The girl who was holding the old lady had been carefully observing her, and found that the old lady's face was gradually flushed, and her eyes were clearer, as if there was a flow of brilliance.

At this time, Mama Zhao brought a heavy wooden box.

"Armor for me!" The old lady's eyes burst into a bright light, pushed away the girl's hand, and took two steps forward!

"Your body is ......" Mama Zhao looked at the old lady's stubborn expression, and couldn't bear to refuse again.

The old lady caressed this set of companions who accompanied him from birth to death, and his eyes were full of nostalgia. It was a set of old silver armor, and it was covered with traces of swords and guns, and looking at it directly, it was as if the shadow of a sword was dangling in front of you!

Once in an ambush by the enemy, the five thousand elites were almost wiped out, and the sky was full of blood and rain, such as Shura Hell, when the old Taijun, who was still a female general, led more than 100 troops to rescue and won a disastrous victory!

Rescued the old prince from the pile of dead, and the shocking crack in the breastplate was left at that time!

There are hundreds of scars on the armor, all of which show the danger at that time, and the tenacity and courage of the armor owner.

After putting on the armor, the old lady stood there like a javelin, as if she had returned to the heroic female general fifty years ago!

"Xiao Wenjun! This set of marksmanship, you can watch it! The old lady's heart moved and she shouted.

Xiao Wenjun, who was shocked by the momentum of his grandmother in battle armor, came back to his senses violently, and instinctively wanted to stop her, but seeing that she was so stubborn, she insisted on going her own way. He silently followed behind his grandmother and said no more.

The wind is blowing! The old lady walked alone to the courtyard.

The tip of the gun broke through the wind, and the momentum was unstoppable!

The spear shook, like a dragon going out to sea!

A shot was stabbed, and thousands of horses galloped in front of him!

"The gunman, there is fiction and reality, and there is oddity; Its advance sharpness, its retreat speed; Its potential is dangerous, and its section is short; Immovable as a mountain, moving as thunder, and called the invincible in the world, but my Xiao marksmanship. With the dance of the spear, the old lady explained.

Lao Taijun's marksmanship is atmospheric and smooth, but the movements are unpretentious, stabbing, poking, pointing, sweeping, and picking a few simple moves, but there is an unstoppable murderous aura! This is the momentum of a female general who has experienced a hundred battles!

"Look at this trick again, in order to use the least strength to achieve the maximum damage!" The old lady has a little tip of the gun, and the force control is exquisite.

Xiao's marksmanship, one move and one style, Xiao Wenjun has long been familiar with it.

But the old lady's marksmanship is like a rainbow, which makes her chest agitate, this is a feeling that she has never had before, and her body uncontrollably follows the pace of the old lady, and also plays this set of marksmanship!

As the dancing guns in Cuizhuyuan became louder and louder, everyone in the Xiao family gathered in an orderly manner.

In the entire Xiao family, only Xiao Wenjun can keep up with the pace of the old lady, although her marksmanship is also domineering, but compared with the majestic atmosphere of the old lady, it is a little green and sluggish.

Xiao Daocheng also played this set of marksmanship very well, but he was just quietly watching the old and young in the field at the moment, because he knew that he couldn't compare to Xiao Wenjun!

All the Xiao family members who were watching were flashing with excitement in their eyes, and their faces were red with excitement!

Some of them have followed Mrs. Xiao for many years, and some are even lonely veterans and remnants who have been retired from the army, worshiped by the Xiao family, but rarely appear in front of people, at this time, they all came.

The old lady's angry shot seemed to pierce the layers of haze and pierced into their hearts, and the breath that had been suppressed in their chests for a long time finally broke out!

The expression that has been numb for a few months is finally alive again!

Their blood is boiling, their hearts are surging!

The old lady used the last shot, and the gun was thrust into the ground!

This shot has used her life's work!

Boom!

Half a foot into the ground with the handle of the gun!

The wind stops suddenly, and the clouds see the moon! On a silent summer day, the sound of frogs and cicadas sounded again and again.

Under the moonlight, the silver figure, the reflected light, is close to people's eyes!

"Fun!" The old lady gasped, held the gun and shouted: "Wait for your orders, from now on, the affairs of the Xiao family will be up to the lord of Lanling County!" ”

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, the old lady was explaining the future!

The heart that has just been warmed up has risen again, will the current Xiao family be lonely again with the death of the old lady?

They looked at the old lady in a daze, followed the old lady's line of sight, and looked at the county lord of Lanling-Xiao Wenjun!

Oh, yes! They still have the county lord, and the backbone of the Xiao family! A glimmer of hope rose in their hearts!

The old lady understood everyone's expressions, was already relieved, and slowly smiled, "Husband, I can come to accompany you......"

"There is hope for the Xiao family...... There is hope" The old lady closed her eyes with a smile, and these few murmurs dissipated with the wind.

A generation of heroines, like javelins, stood and smiled and left, ending her magnificent life!

Seeing this scene, Xiao Daocheng threw up his sleeves and left reluctantly. Together with Mama Zhao's crying in pain, they were all thrown behind her!

Xiao Wenjun stood in a daze, but she couldn't shed a single tear, she seemed to hear it, deep in her heart, somewhere collapsed instantly.

After she came back from rebirth, the first thing she did was to save her grandmother, and with her own investigation, she found that the Xiao family was no longer the Xiao family she thought it was, calculating, indifferent, and selfish, the Xiao family had long been devastated.

She complained about her grandmother, she didn't understand, obviously her grandmother knew everything, but she allowed the Xiao family to develop into what it is now. Now, she seems to understand a little......

Grandmother entrusted the Xiao family to her, and she will not live up to it!

At the gate of Xiao's house, white lanterns were hung again.

The whole house cried, and they all spontaneously saw off the old lady.

Grief is contagious, and so is hope.

Different from the previous funerals of the Xiao family, although the Xiao family had tears in their eyes, they were ignited with new hope, the funeral was simple and sincere, and almost all the old people of the Lanling family came.

But Yu Wenyao did not come to the funeral in person as he did in his previous life, and only sent someone to bring his grief. It is very likely that Xiao Wenjun's rebirth has changed a lot and affected the follow-up.

For several days, Xiao Wenjun knelt quietly in the mourning hall, like an lifeless ceramic doll, not crying or making trouble, Wang Jiuyuan has been by her side, silently guarding.

After the funeral, Xiao Daocheng did not worry about filial piety, but instead canceled his leave and went back to the place where he was an official, and the second lady also left together, leaving only Xiao Wenjun alone, and the empty shell of the Xiao family.

According to the old lady's instructions, Mama Zhao gave Xiao Wenjun a box, which contained the armor and swords worn by the old prince and the old lady when they fought back then, all of which were a pair.

"Grandmother, you have really worked hard for the Xiao family...... Xiao Wenjun found that the Xiao family had long been hollowed out, and it turned out that it had been his grandmother who had been making up for it all these years.

She reluctantly closed the account book and gave a part of the silver to Mama Zhao, and the housekeeping was officially handed over to Mama Zhao.

"Mama Zhao, how many warehouses are there in the account books, what are they used for?"

"Back to the county lord, this was used to store grain during the previous war, but it has now been abandoned, and only sundries are piled up."

"Clean it out first, if there is still such a big warehouse in Lanling, it will be bought in."

"Yes!"

"Xiao Tao, you follow Mama Zhao and learn to manage the housekeeper with your heart, and there will be a place where you can be useful in the future!" Xiao Wenjun pointed at Xiao Tao, "Mama Zhao, I have to bother you to teach her more about this matter." ”

"This year is a good year, it will be a good harvest year, after the autumn, you will buy grain on a large scale and fill those granaries!"

"Yes!" Although the two were puzzled, they didn't ask much, and immediately responded and withdrew.